Alfred Gotham Novels & Stories

Another night another kill which I was chasing to their death, I had that person in my hand, I could hear their heart beating and blood pumping and the moment I was about to dug my teeth deep into his neck, someone stopped me by literally throwing me on the other side of the forest, I didn’t hear them coming for me, who could be this person who was stronger than me, strong enough to toss me to other side like I was some coin to be tossed, it was embarrassing, the second I started to think I was invincible and all powerful that very second someone had to come to make me realize my place in this Earth, it was humiliating and disturbing. I was sure for it to be Forbes who were responsible for t

gifts. "I wasn't finished. I need more. I need you, Lilith..." He crawls towards me like a wolf coming to be petted, and I move back into the wall, trying to make spaces between us, but it's futile because the room is only so big, and he's already halfway to me. "Times up, sir." Alfredo comes inside with something semi-resembling a gun but is boxed and square with a yellow end. He holds it in his hand, pointing it with a wavering hand towards Damian as if he's been instructed to do just that.

I wanted to run. But I didn’t move. My voice hitched before it left my throat. “How… how did you know?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he strolled toward the counter where the whiskey sat, his movements casual, like a predator pacing its territory. He poured a glass, amber liquid catching the light, and took a slow sip. “Alfred,” he said softly, almost conversational, “was just a regular rich man who wanted some cocaine. And you… you killed him.”

"Did you hear? Zack of Zone 2 was caught trying to break into the cafeteria. The soldiers that caught him beat him before dragging him through the street for everyone to see. No one has heard from him since. That was two days." "Hmm. I guarantee you he's now under six feet of dirt." "Hope not. The guy got a wife and kid he needs to support. Also, if my memory serves, he owes me about a pound of clothing. Besides him, did you hear Alfred of Zone 5 was picked to be a hunter? "Who the hell is Alfred," I ask, Rebecca stopping to peek around a corner. The coast begins clear, Rebecca motions for me to follow. "Tall guy, sideburns, goatee, brown hairs."

Alfred was a young and handsome man who fascinated Scarlet in all the ways possible. She loved him too much but clearly, she loved money and power more. Her greed and lust for a better life had forced her to come to this cafe and now that she thought about it, it wasn't exactly a bad idea. After all, she always wanted to be with the powerful in society. Ten minutes later Alfred walked through the Gilmore doors, looking handsome as ever, and today, he was in his sportswear. He would have been okay if they had been humans, but his woman wanted something else.

I took in the environment and saw everyone at work but they immediately stopped whenever I got close to greet me, well if they didn't know the consequences. I walked down to the basement where there are cells and my beautiful torment room. Alfred was already in there chained to a chair. You must be wondering what he did, let me explain, Alfred was a bartender who owned a lot of money because of his Dad yet he couldn't meet up with the deadline to pay.

“For that, we appreciate you. Now I’ll make sure everyone gets far enough away, though I doubt many want to leave you here alone if it blows up. After all, we brought healers with us.” “Great, because I didn’t have time to do that. Now please get back then. Thank you.” Alfred went back to studying the opening that served as the golem’s mouth. The thing didn’t speak or eat. If it needed to heal, it searched out exactly what it lay in now. Clay, mud, or dirt of any sort. That’s what made them so difficult to destroy. It only had to walk into the mud, and it would heal. “Now let’s get my feet unstuck before I switch this out. It’ll make running a lot easier.” Alfred shifted his feet to a less m

Right now no one were moving, not even dared to, Alfred as the oldest Undeads and Arch Lich that has ever lived in the Fantasma Central Continent, Lived up to his reputations and names amongst the Undeads community, even the Vampires knows of him and very respectful towards him. “Oh~..if it isn’t the Lord of Snow family himself…I knew of your ancestor…he and I have crossed path before…I thought I have already told him to discard his greed…I supposed if the ancestors were already greedy then it’s heir will be so…But to the point of summoning the very taboo of the Fantasma itself….Hmm…you youngster are quite brave..”. (Alfred) Alfred speak with gravity as he unleash his unmeasurable amount of

I quickly sat on the bed, not sure if I heard him correctly. "I'm sorry, please did you say you have Kale?" "Yeah.." "Okay, Alfred is a little but disposed of. Can I come to get him? Where are you right now?" "Yeah, I will text you the address, for the GPS location. So you don't get missing." There was mischievousness in his voice. But my instincts told me that he was not lying. He ended the call and the message came in immediately. The good thing about Alfred's phone was that it was unlocked. I quickly freshened up, grabbed his swear shirt and car keys, and immediately drove off before anyone could notice. I put in the location and it was about 5 miles from the mansion. I quickly hit the ro

“A gray lupus garou pack raised me, Alfred. I haven't been with my own kind since I was small. I don’t want to select a mate from the first red wolf I meet.” He waved for a bartender and then turned back to her. “I see. The red alpha pack leader isn’t good enough for you?”So Alfred was the pack leader of the local red lupus garou. But she noticed at once that his smell wasn’t the same as the smell of the one who’d been in the apartment where she and Caleb had discovered the murdered girl. That was good. He’d want to find the rogue as much as they did, then. “Actually,” she said, “that’s some of the problem. A pack leader is already after me—of the grays.”